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Page 46
"I suppose that means that he is the man who ought to be on my
track," he observed.
"I shouldn't be in the least surprised to hear that he was," Philippa
said drily. "I have told you that he came and asked about you the
other night, when he dined here. He seemed perfectly satisfied then,
but he is here again to-night to see Henry, and he never visits
anywhere in an ordinary way."
"Are you uneasy about me?" Lessingham enquired.
"I am not sure," she answered frankly. "Sometimes I am almost
terrified and would give anything to hear that you were on your way
home. And at other times I realise that you are really very clever,
that nothing is likely to happen to you, and that the place will
seem duller than ever when you do go."
"That is very kind of you," he said. "In any case, I fear that my
holiday will soon be coming to an end."
"Your holiday?" she repeated. "Is that what you call it?"
"It has been little else," he replied indifferently. "There is
nothing to be learnt here of the slightest military significance."
"We told you that when you arrived," Philippa reminded him.
"I was perhaps foolish not to believe you," he acknowledged.
"So your very exciting journey through the clouds has ended in
failure, after all!" she went on, a moment or two later.
"Failure? No, I should not call it failure."
"You have really made some discoveries, then?" she enquired dubiously.
"I have made the greatest discovery in the world."
Her eyebrows were gently raised, the corners of her mouth quivered,
her eyes fell.
"Dear me! In this quiet spot?" she sighed.
"Yes!"
"Is it Helen or me?"
"Philippa!" he protested.
Her eyebrows were more raised than ever. Her mouth had lost its
alluring curve.
"Really, Mr. Lessingham!" she exclaimed. "Have I ever given you
the right to call me by my Christian name?"
"In my country," he answered, "we do not wait to ask. We take."
"Rank Prussianism," she murmured. "I really think you had better
go back there. You are adopting their methods."
"I may have to at any moment," he admitted, "or to some more distant
country still. I want something to take back with me."
"You want a keepsake, of course," Philippa declared, looking around
the room. "You can have my photograph--the one over there. Helen
will give you one of hers, too, I am sure, if you ask her. She is
just as grateful to you about Richard as I am."
"But from you," he said earnestly, "I want more than gratitude."
"Dear me, how persistent you are!" Philippa murmured. "Are you
really determined to make love to me?"
"Ah, don't mock me!" he begged. "What I am saying to you comes from
my heart."
Philippa laughed at him quietly. There was just a little break in
her voice, however.
"Don't be absurd!"
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